The last thing you need is to be stuffed full of dreams
Go ask the overripe plush bear-ly held in by its seams
That I shouldn't sleep
I shouldn't sleep
I shouldn't sleep
For fear of Midas coming after me
There'll be more, I'll go gold
Infinite and bubbling over spores
Oh, the effervescence is nice
As I boil it alive
What feels alright to me
If I get lost I'll meet myself at the edge
Of the mirror, an insufferable pledge
To me, that this well's
Got enough ink to make myself felt
Tipped pen, bleeds sick
And it wets itself in breaking my lips
I'll go dry
But shit I'm alive
So valiantly, I reach up at the sky
I won't fight
My pinhole light
As long as you can get us through the night
I'll go dry
I'm too high
I won't mind
If we lie
For a while
On my bed
Terrified
To die
But we're already dead again
An innocent voice'll really cut to the bones
And we barely even spoke on the phone
But I hardly tried
To keep the conversation afloat
It's myself and nobody else
That'll engineer a personal hell
Plessly I wish you well
But I don't know who you are, my shooting star
I just don't want to be on my own
So I cast another line every night
And I swear someone'll get to the phone
I hate being alone
I hate being alone
Swear someone'll get to the phone
I hate being alone
I hate being alone
Swear someone'll get to the phone
I hate being alone
I hate being alone
Swear someone'll get to the phone
I hate being alone
